Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 8:59:59 GMT -8
Selling one's soul to the Devil is an easy deal to broker, but an impossible one to rescind. Satan tricks you into signing a contract that makes the most tempting offer one could ever receive, that you'd be, in the twisted logic of Hell's ruler, a fool to dismiss. But yet, once the contract is signed and you've realised what you have signed to, there's no way to escape the consequences.
Isaac's foot tapped the plating of the turbolift nervously, and his hands fixed his tie repeatedly. Did it feel hot in here? It certainly felt smaller than it did going in. Was it slowing down? Was the turbolift malfunctioning? Isaac breathed in as slowly as he could, calming himself and preparing to confront the man who had used him as an unwitting co-conspirator to attempted murder. The turbolift actually slowed, and the doors opened into the bustling collection of shops and stalls. He stepped out and immediately felt overwhelmed by the crowd. Isaac made his way along the wall, moving out of the way of the turbolift aperture.
"If I remember correctly, his stall is this way, past the Bolian restaurant," Isaac proclaimed, pointing to his left, towards the blocky, medium-sized water fountain that stood about fifty metres away from where the pair were standing. He shifted slightly closer to the commander. "I'm sorry if I made the situation... awkward for you, I know you wanted to be more cautious," he said quietly. "But I... I need the satisfaction of seeing this man being locked up." He looked at her apologetically. Such a base thing as desiring to see your enemy suffer was so often considered beyond Federation ideals. Yet there was something deep within Isaac that craved it, and it scared him.
"Shall I lead the way?" he asked.
TAG: @tyne (or relevant account)
Isaac's foot tapped the plating of the turbolift nervously, and his hands fixed his tie repeatedly. Did it feel hot in here? It certainly felt smaller than it did going in. Was it slowing down? Was the turbolift malfunctioning? Isaac breathed in as slowly as he could, calming himself and preparing to confront the man who had used him as an unwitting co-conspirator to attempted murder. The turbolift actually slowed, and the doors opened into the bustling collection of shops and stalls. He stepped out and immediately felt overwhelmed by the crowd. Isaac made his way along the wall, moving out of the way of the turbolift aperture.
"If I remember correctly, his stall is this way, past the Bolian restaurant," Isaac proclaimed, pointing to his left, towards the blocky, medium-sized water fountain that stood about fifty metres away from where the pair were standing. He shifted slightly closer to the commander. "I'm sorry if I made the situation... awkward for you, I know you wanted to be more cautious," he said quietly. "But I... I need the satisfaction of seeing this man being locked up." He looked at her apologetically. Such a base thing as desiring to see your enemy suffer was so often considered beyond Federation ideals. Yet there was something deep within Isaac that craved it, and it scared him.
"Shall I lead the way?" he asked.
TAG: @tyne (or relevant account)